Metaphorical Poems

Metaphorical poems bring the best collection of short and long metaphorical poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great metaphorical rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these metaphorical poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on metaphorical are here for you.

What We All Are

What We All Are short poem

Particles that predict sufficiently compose respectively where fraction is reduced to identify and multiply division in a difference of separation. Maya my beautiful I reflect your effect and in direct your direction. I offer myself your protection. Translate my translucent

The Second Step

The Second Step short poem

Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.

I Fell Random

I Fell Random short poem

I am a freak sitting by a creek, listening to the meek plan a revolt. We are weak, we will sink, and we will drink what we are told. Peel back illusion, reel in confusion, do not accept manipulated intrusion.

We Left Too Much Behind

We Left Too Much Behind short poem

We left too much behind. A milky moon floating in our coffee Unbuttoned thoughts A mason jar filled with sunshine, And words. Words that still float mid air waiting to be spoken, incomplete, cracked, dusty Do you remember any? And

Overdoses

Overdoses long poem

If one day I’m caught waltzing to bed with drunken imaginings of the gates of Heaven, gilded in virtuous hues of golden rays, allow me to stumble over the reindeer slippers I purposely left out in the open. I’ll know

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Touch

Touch short poem

Moments of blur, moments of clarity, Moments of us, moments of rarity… It’s the illusion of reality we call life, when it really is just a metaphorical rife… I see us together, yet far apart. Maybe it’s the agony of

Enter Prize Zing Wit To Whit

Enter Prize Zing Wit To Whit ballad

upon porcelain goddess, most brilliant ideas in me mind lit sole seasoned bugs bunny car tune character of kit car son ridding imagination fired fast as fleeting thoughts softly hit attempting with futility to net ideas in mind that flit

Big Pharma

Big Pharma short poem

They are money hungry actors Greed has them all backwards They get richer every time your back hurts They are ruthless heartless bastards So they disregard all the hazards Gain money, power, and control is their mission In hopes that

The Prussian Blue Kite

The Prussian Blue Kite ballad

A perfect breeze and a crystal blue sky, Speckled with colors of kites flying high. A little beyond, the rainbow smears its color On the Prussian Blue Kite that glides in valor. The crowd beneath rejoice and cheer, As his

No Title (1/2)

No Title (1/2) prose poem

and I can almost sense that something bad is going to happen soon everything for some people just seem to be falling apart people well one person in particular he is such an amazing person and he seems to be

Fruits of your absence

Fruits of your absence prose poem

Orchard eyes. like a poster on a wall they followed me and now even your empty frame still haunts me. I spent the last seven days trying to convince myself that the couch is not a sinking ship and you

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Anchorage

Anchorage short poem

I do not want to take you, either the road ahead, or lovely gyrations on low stage of voicelessness. The swoop of eagle on a little bundle, of chromatic fever: was it unbirdy? The tree of death grows taller than

Death: Fiction Or Reality

Death: Fiction Or Reality short poem

Is it fiction or reality? Called the end of life or is birth’s wife. Death, is a dreadful reality, But, why don’t we accept it wisely. For fiction, it is the easiest way to frighten, But about death, it does

‘Quarter Past’ To ‘Quarter To’

Quarter Past To Quarter To long poem

I went for dinner; she came on a date… Waited for her until a quarter past eight… She walked in, looking like a million dollar, Anyone else would’ve known, but I’m no scholar… She ordered for some strawberry and wine,

Faces Of Oppression

Faces Of Oppression long poem

The faces of oppression, your mama forget to mention, That the white cop shooting niggas on the daily to collect his pension. Only when a nigga is killed is it brought to your attention, That racism is alive and well

End Of Time

End Of Time prose poem

I see a place with starless skies. I see a dark smooth world endlessly a float in the black, its star long since blinked out. Covered with small closely spaced geodesic domes. Geodesic domes all interconnected, all with conduits leading

That Girl

That Girl short poem

Oh! Little lovely shoes,big broad mind…yes she is gentle and she never whines…. Shiny eyes with those big glasses…oh yes! She never bunks classes Call her geek, call her nerd..she finds these things really absurd Big baggy shirts, messy hair

We’re Making A Living.

Were Making A Living. short poem

We are making a living, Where humanity hardly exists; Where no love resides; Where compassion has died; Where beauty is deprived; Where only happiness is solipsism; And only sadness is breakup. In this living, The affluent is callous; The penurious

I Think!

I Think! short poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless of our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but

Pretty Hurts

Pretty Hurts short poem

She didn’t cry pretty. She cried like her tears were blood Flowing from the vein Where the shards of glass Were put to ease the pain She didn’t cry pretty. She cried like it burns Like the first sip of

A Million Reasons

A Million Reasons short poem

A million reasons to smile, but none more than you; For every moment spent along, feels really good as new. A million reasons to sing, but I wouldn’t for any other; For you fill me with such joy, you’re my

Wisdom

Wisdom short poem

I will deceive the immortality in my inadequacy, between myself and a messy belief. The sky cracks open. One unreal moon slaps the dark clouds. You want to rest on my shoulder till eternity. The silence leads to nothingness. Over

At The Final Resting Place

At The Final Resting Place long poem

waves of seaweed kept the boat locked to the shore wrapped like a tightly wound bow. I tried to find a knife and cut the seaweed from the boat my son and daughter were there for the family vacation we

2015

2015 short poem

2014 brought me in a different awesome ride, I discovered things around me and found my unbelievable side. I became fiercer and wiser than ever before, Shown everything up when I opened my old yellow door. Love wasn’t realized at

Set Of Compromises

Set Of Compromises short poem

I took birth without desire I paved my way from every fire What is life, a dream in dreams Naked fire like fiery beams Life is nothing but a set of roses Desperately opens and desperately closes Through all this

Thirst Of Life

Thirst  Of Life short poem

Being in a wealthy family Being with healthy siblings Could not make my mind happy. A thirst for some thing else Burnt inside me as a fire. My desire grew day by day Nothing could prevent me From my burning

Portentous Prognosis

Portentous Prognosis long poem

(If Mother Earth could speak…) I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Truly, Madly, Deeply short poem

You can see me walking alone, You can see me eating alone, You can see me working alone, But you can’t see my feelings. You can hear me sing, You can see me smiling, You can feel my hands holding

Thirst Of A Human Touch

Thirst Of A Human Touch short poem

I wandered in the woods – No humans around. No feelings , no worries, no cries and laughter, Only the chirping of Birds, Howling of Jackals, buzzing of Bees heard around. The Trees were bouncing in the wind- The cool

The Photograph

The Photograph elegy

Linked arms, looking into the future, my daughters, In jim-jams, bought from Sunday markets, Off the Thame Road, and your beautiful young faces. This picture of a world I no longer have, imbued With all the scattered sadnesses of time,

Harmony

Harmony prose poem

We walked, twinkle-toed, through the night’s hush A ‘Sherlock Holmes’ deerstalker capping my skull And the red Che-star on your beret (left of centre); Hand in hand Finger looped to finger Palms sweating, Lips twinging from a freshly chiselled kiss

His Dress Spoke More

His Dress Spoke More short poem

His dress impressed him like naïve Though he strongly reflected the native Only a half dhoti and a shawl he wore But his simple dress spoke more It was the dress of an Indian peasant Though he emerged as more

Tears To Cry

Tears To Cry sonnet poems

When shoulders are in dearth whereby to cry, And frozen tears would stab with loneliness, A smile I dare that unto heaven try, For wish, my prayer speaks with holiness; The dirge that grieving lips would sadly sing, On hollow

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us?

How Much Of Us Is Up To Us? prose poem

Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed to be who we are to be? Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say? Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.

Sometimes I Crack

Sometimes I Crack long poem

Sometimes I crack and the hammer of a thousand lifetimes descending on this pregnant point pauses in mid air and the hole I’m driven into instead becomes a tunnel. Sometimes I crack and binding bonds- familiar, social, covalent, ionic- dissolve

Love And Poetry

Love And Poetry short poem

During the talk on love and life My friend, he ended the conversation With a conclusion ‘One who want to be a real poet Should have a pure heart But one who needs to be a committed lover Should have

Hopeless Survival

Hopeless Survival short poem

Every moment of my life which I dreamt to be sublime, Is now caged within the loathing walls of his dreams. Millions passing by and there, I stood as a scum, feeling the essence of nothingness filled in the dark

Heels

Heels short poem

Swimming often in the deep, My beath held with kicking feet, Exploring the endless ocean, I, Squint and close my eyes, Feeling the burn of oxygen absent, Take in the pain and dive, Deeper down with intent, The waves sway

Musings

Musings prose poem

Am unwell, perhaps the flu. I read an advertisement about a book exhibition and I think about you. Lots of books, little catches my fancy, poke around and pick a few, my eyes fall on a ‘Rs 50 only’ sign,

The Clouds And The Sun

The Clouds And The Sun short poem

On a dull and dreary day When the sky was overcast With dark and dismal clouds I sat feeling so despondent Absence of warmth and sunshine Slowed down the routine business The day seemed longer than usual As if time